You're sitting in a cabin,
a comfortable silence, encased like a jewel surrounded by it's natural rock and dirt.
Friends sit near you by the fire, sipping on cocoa.
You look down at your drink, taking a whiff before a small smile graces your lips, then you proceeded to take a nice long sip of the almost-perfect sweet drink.
A relaxed sigh leaves your lips, your eyes half-lidded.
Looking at your friends, they smile at you.
Closing your eyes, you inhale the sweet scent and note the soft breaths heard in the room,
this moment giving you a sweet pinch of time to notice the raindrops against the cabin window, pitter-pattering as if to giggle whilst toying with the warm, mushy ground.
Flowers, friends of the rain and of the suns constant rays, smile as they dance with the drops.
As your eyes open your eyes slightly, you stare at the fire admirably, as if it were to suddenly come alive and become one you looked up to.
It dances in secret, hiding from the dangerous waves of drops pulsating against the ground.
it's truly sad it has to hide, it's afraid of how the rain water would droop and remove the flame that kept it beautiful.
Life,
One thing can be scared of another,
One thing can be jealous of another,
and some,
simply do not care.
